"You are so much more than worthwhile, Kara. there's a little boy in the barracks who is going to need you to look up to nad your sister is already about to swing off of her hinges. James and Winn look like they're planning to move in..." Cat's soliloquy trails off and she moves around the room, a woman on a mission. Luckily a supply closet in the room has everything that she had wanted.
"I can't believe that they expect you to sleep like this." she grumbles; slipping a pillow underneath Kara's head. "Alien constitution or not, there is no reason for you to not be comfortable, and you suit is downright filthy. I'd have them all fired if I ran this place."
She tilts Kara onto her side and removes the cape to find the zipper she was looking for. Cat decides that Kara won't mind if she hangs onto it for a little while. If she does mind, then she really shouldn't have gotten herself in the first place. She unzips both skirt and top, not allowing herself to become distracted by what she saw. There would be time to revel in the curves and edges of her soulmate's body later on in life. She left Kara in her underwear, carefully folding the suit and laying it to the side, sans cape. A hospital gown came next, tied behind Kara's neck and at the small of her back, protecting her modesty. Her work finished, Cat returned to the uncomfortable seat and the cape, clutched in her hands like a lifeline.
"There. Much better, right?" Cat asks, half hoping for an answer.
She can still see the rise and fall of Kara's chest, her lone comfort at the moment. She takes Kara's wrist and feels for her steady pulse there before bringing it to her lips and kissing it. Cat's other arm is wrapped up in the cape pulled around herself; hand coming to rest on the mark that claims Kara as her own. The corner of Kara's tattoo peeks of it from the hospital gown. When Cat had first seen it in the dressing rooms she hadn't thought to look at it closely. The same one was on her own body; she knew it inside and out.
Now, she pulled the gown aside and looked, really looked. Kara's skin tone was maybe a shade more tan than her own, probably due to that innate love of sunshine.The blue of Earth's oceans was almost an exact match for Kara's eyes. The planes of muscle beneath the skin made it ripple in a mystifying manner. Cat traced the place where land met water with a single fingernail.
If Cat hadn't been paying such close attention, she wouldn't have noticed just how much deeper that inhale was from the others.
"Kara?" she asks, jumping to attention. "Kara honey, it's me, Cat."
She's met with the groan of someone fighting sleep.
"Please wake up." she begs, though she would never admit to it. Cat Grant does not beg for anything.
